Sam and Blaine part from their kiss as both feel an intense sense of warmth spreading over their bodies and their hearts become steady. Sam's hands trail down Blaine's back and settles at his waist. He stares into the shorter man's eyes and a smile forms across his face. He has wanted this for so long now, but he needed one question he needed to ask Blaine. "Do you want to get out of here and talk?"

Blaine places another quick kiss on Sam's lips. "Definitely. I think we have a lot to talk about."

The pair head over to Blaine's house. As they get to Blaine's room, he feels Sam squeeze his hand tighter and he turns to look at the young blonde. It is the first time Sam has been back in this room since he and Blaine slept together. He pulls Sam close to him and places a hand on his cheek. "We're not doing anything until you're ready to do them." Blaine says as he feels Sam relax into his touch.

"Are … are you sure this is what you want?" Sam asks nervously.

Blaine smiles and a slight chuckle vibrates out from his throat. He wraps his arms around the back of Sam's neck, pulling himself up to kiss those perfect lips. When he pulls away he looks at the young man he's with and he does not even think of the things he's had to endure over the past few weeks. "There is nothing," Blaine's voice is strong and full of conviction, "that I want more than to be with you, Sam Evans."

Sam smiles and kisses Blaine once again. When they part Sam is the first to speak. "I think someone in this room said he wanted to hold me and tell me how much he loves me."

Blaine laughs and leads Sam over to the bed. "How about we hold each other and talk about what we want in this relationship?"

Sam nods and they slip off their shoes before climbing on top of the covers. They hold each other close and their foreheads touch. "I love you." Sam says softly. "I…" He stumbles as he tries to speak fearing he's saying it too soon. "I…I know we just got together, and I …should probably wait and…"

He's cut off when Blaine wipes the beginnings of a tear from Sam's eye with his thumb. "I love you too. I think I've loved you longer than I first realized. I think I've loved you since the night Kurt died and you took care of me when I when I was all alone."

Tears begin to well up in Sam's eyes and Blaine pulls him closer, shushing him as he begins to sob. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Blaine asks in a velvety softy whisper that begins to soothe Sam the moment the words reach his ears.

He hugs Blaine tightly as if his very life depended on it. "Sam, you're scaring me. What's wrong?!"

"I'm just so…" Sam takes a deep breath as she tries to calm himself down. "I'm so happy right now."

Blaine smiles and kisses the track marks left behind by Sam's tears. "Me too, Sam, me too," Blaine says before kissing Sam on the lips.

Sam pulls away for a moment. "I'm so stupid. I don't deserve to be happy, like this." He stares at Blaine who tries to shush him, but he shakes his head. His whole body is shaking as his mind races around the memory of the day he tried to kill himself. "I did the most selfish thing a person can do, because I thought the entire world wanted me gone."

Blaine's heart breaks for Sam as he holds the trembling teen close to him. "Shhhh, Sam, we….we don't have to talk about this right now. We can just lie here…if you want to." He tries to stroke Sam's cheek again, but Sam sits up.

He shakes his head, "No, no I need to talk about this with someone." He looks at Blaine with loving eyes as his body trembles. "If I can't…can't talk to the person I love about this then who can I?"

Blaine nods and sits up, taking Sam's hand in his. "I'm listening. However much you want to tell me, I can take it, I promise."

…..

Sebastian is sitting down with a fresh cup of coffee at the Lima Bean, and is about to begin reading the New York Timeswhen he hears a familiar voice. "Mind if I take a seat?"

He turns and his face shows an annoyed expression. "Wow, he asks before he sits. Not like you won't just sit down if I tell you 'no,' so be my guest." The Warbler uses his foot to push the extra chair at his table out for his unwanted guest.

"Thanks, now I guess you're wondering why I'm here." The man says as he looks Sebastian, who keeps his eyes on the paper while sipping his latte.

"Not really, but if I had to guess, you're here because I know you're the one that sent out the photo of Sam and Blaine making out, and you want to know if I'm going to tell anyone the truth?" Sebastian doesn't even look up as he turns to page 6's gossip section. He doesn't care about what the man has done at this point, but he does enjoy keeping it as leverage against him.

The man grabs the paper from Sebastian and tosses it to the floor. When Sebastian looks up the man's face is red with anger. "Don't make me beat your ass, Smythe. I know where you live and I will hurt you if you tell anyone about me or what I did to Sam."

Sebastian smirks as an idea pops into his brain. "Why don't you grab yourself a cup and we'll discuss this like civilized men, and then maybe we can cum to some kind of an agreement." He licks his lips and the man smiles before going to get a drink for himself.

…..

The look in Blaine's eyes makes it easy for Sam to relax. He dries his eyes with the bottom of his shirt, clears his throat and begins to speak. "After … after we slept together, I didn't blame you for how I was feeling. I blamed myself. When we got back to your house I started realizing what was about to happen, and while part of me knew I should stop us from doing it, there was a bigger part of me that thought I would never have a chance with someone as amazing as you, ever again."

"Sam, you're the amazing one." He says smiling, but soon realizes he's interrupted Sam. "Sorry, go on."

Sam squeezes Blaine's hand in appreciation for his words and his eyes show how grateful he is for Blaine's kindness. "Anyways, after we were done I called a cab to take me back home and still being a little drunk I ended up in Kurt's bathroom. That's when I noticed I was bleeding and it wasn't bad, just enough to scare the hell out of me."

Seeing the pain building in Blaine's face, Sam continues on. "I guess I was too tired to make it to my own bed, or I thought I was in my room or something, I don't know. But, the next thing I knew, Finn was screaming at me and kicking me out. I grabbed what I could and ran out of there. Then you texted me and it was clear you didn't remember us having sex." Blaine lets out a sigh and he fights back his tears as he remembers what his texts had said. "Then Finn texted me that he never wanted to see me again, and then Sebastian sent me that picture."

"I still think he's the one who sent that pic out to the school." Blaine says gritting his teeth.

Sam just gives him a look. "Sorry, I know he said he lost his phone and everything, but he could've been lying to get to you. After I punched him in the face for even taking it in the first place."

Sam laughs. "I appreciate you defending me, it was definitely hot, but I don't think Sebastian would ever do something that horrible."

Blaine groans in defeat. "Fine, now go back to finishing your story and I promise," Blaine says leaning forward and softly kissing Sam's hand, "not to interrupt you again."

"Thank you." Sam says before finishing up his story. "Well Rachel took me in and she wanted me to go talk to Ms. Pillsbury about it and that's when I heard Mr. Schue in her office and she said he was my dad and they saw me, I freaked out and ran. As I was running down the halls I slowed down cause people were…staring at me." He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. "That's when I saw the picture plastered across the lockers, except for mine which had that…that word on it. There were people pointing and I could hear some of them calling me queer, freak, gay, or fa…that word."

Blaine put an arm around Sam's shoulder and Sam rests his head on Blaine's shoulder. "In that moment I felt like I was alone and the rest of the world hated me, and I hated myself. I used to go to my dad when I was sad, but he was dead and so was the rest of my family. Finn hated me and I was scared to talk to Burt and Carole, thinking that they might be angry at me too. I was mad at Rachel for making me go to Ms. Pillsbury's office. And, I was…I was…too scared that if I saw you, you'd hate me. So I went to Rachel's dad's bathroom, got the pills and I counted them as they landed in my hand. There were thirty-four of them and I took them all. They made me dizzy and it started getting dark and I kept wishing you were there so that I could tell you…how sorry I was for ruining everything."

Sam's face is drenched in tears and Blaine's is a near perfect match. Blaine wipes his tears and then Sam's, forcing the blonde to turn and face him. "No more tears, okay?" Sam nods. "It's in the past and we've both done things we wish we could change, but we can't. Now," he presses his forehead against Sam's, "I don't want you to ever think that you can't come to me. I love you, and I would do anything to protect you, Sam."

Sam smiles and says, "Maybe we can protect each other?"

Blaine's only answer is a kiss. Their lips meet and their hearts begin to beat as one "This must be what real love feels like." Sam thinks happily to himself.

….

"Now, if I'm going to keep your secret, I'm going to get something out of this for myself." Sebastian's hand is placed over the man's, who quickly withdraws it. "I'm thinking a daily blowjob is a good way to start off my mornings. You'll wake me up every morning with one, and it better be good."

The man groans, but is beginning to get turned on. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth.

"Also I need to have you available at all times for when I need a booty call." The man nods and Sebastian smiles. "I remember the last time we hooked up and I busted your cherry." Sebastian licks his lips again. "The way you moaned was such a turn on as you begged me for more."

"Anything else?" The man says feeling a need for release, but also hating his humiliation.

"Just one more thing, I'd like to call you Noah from now on." He says looking into the eyes of Noah Puckerman, a McKinley high stud, football star, and glee club's resident badass.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, work's been crazy busy lately so I've been pretty exhausted. To the point where I ended up catching a cold and have barely gotten sleep, but I'm better now. To the person asking for a "happy" chapter, don't worry I have plenty of them coming in time. Also sorry this one was a little shorter than the others. Next one should be a long one.